When I visited my wife Margaret in her care home I left with a firm conviction that she had entered a world that I, and others, are not aware of. The lounge contained perhaps ten residents all bunched together, the lone figure in the right hand corner was my wife, sitting, just sitting. I approached, sat down and grasped her hand. She didn't turn to acknowledge my presence but slowly turned her head and in a soft gentle voice without looking at me said "Hello love!". The tone of her voice conveyed such feeling and understanding - on my way home I was near to tears. Very hard to understand but Margaret conveyed to me her understanding of the predicament we were both in. Our life together had gone and I was the one left with the memory of the richness of those thirty years. The warmth of her hand and the tone of her voice told me that Margaret now accepted this other world and an understanding of my feelings. Before I left I noticed her red finger nails. I'm sure she was not aware of what had been done to enliven this body, of which she wasn't aware!